User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/The Outcasts/@comment-1222705-20110228214129

Wind holds his paw over the cloth covering his left eye "Dark, like midnight. It is intertwined with Death. It walk alongside me, it commands me" he looks down at her "I came from the far south, past the ruins of a place called Loamhedge, in the deserts. It's not much else to tell besides that" he leaps lightly down, landing on his paws with nary a sound "What's yours?"